(AN:
Another pointless one-shot angst/fluff story from me? Yep! And why,
you ask? Because I have writer's block something fierce on Bully!…
which is why I haven't updated it for months. I think it'll only
have one more chapter, but actually WRITING that one last chapter is
harder for me than admitting a mistake to my brother!

Ahem,
anyway…

This
is actually a story that I intended on writing a long time ago…
back during the A Fish Called Wanda days. (By the way, I just
re-read that whole story… and shuddered. That story sucks eggs. But
anyway…) It's told from Wanda's POV when she gets captured by
Crocker in "Abra-Catastrophe". I don't know why I never got
around to it before, but I just watched my A-C DVD a few days ago and
got re-inspired. So hopefully this will lift some of my writer's
block in my other story… which I started what, a year ago?
Pathetic, I know.

Also,
from what I've heard, in the newer episodes of FOP, Cosmo and
Wanda's relationship is going down the tubes. I wouldn't know, as
all I seem to watch anymore are my Monty Python and Marx Brothers
DVDs. But hey, if it's true, I thought I might as well give you
guys some FOP fluff from the "good old days". And again, just
like my story from Cosmo's POV, I've named this story after a
beautiful Journey song! I apologize for the insane length of this…
but I really don't want to cut any of this out. Except maybe this
ridiculously long author's note.

FOP
doesn't belong to me, so please don't sue me!)

I
don't know how many of you have ever been in danger—and I mean
real danger.

I'm
not talking when your parents find out that you've been out hours
past curfew, hanging out with the bad crowd and drinking, and you can
tell by the looks on their faces that you won't be seeing the sun
for a long time. Or whatever. I don't know too much about the
situations that you silly humans get yourselves in—I'm learning
more and more everyday, because of my job, but your species is still
a mystery to me.

When
someone you care about is in trouble, something else just takes over.
It's like you, yourself, don't exist anymore. All that matters is
your loved one, and you'll do anything to save them. You
could put yourself into a very vulnerable situation and not even
realize. Your personal safety doesn't matter anymore. You could
even get killed and not realize that you had even opened up the
possibility to yourself.

Trust
me, I know on this one. Back during "The Massacre", as we fairies
call it, when you humans slaughtered hundreds of defenseless fairies…
and I arrived on the scene after they thought that they had killed
them all.

I
was angry…and that's the biggest understatement of the eon.
Actually, words like furious, stunned, and heartbroken can't even
begin to describe what I was feeling that day, what I was feeling
when I confronted the murderers and kept them from escaping until
Jorgen von Strangle got on the scene. I knew they had clubs—the
same clubs that they had used to kill the other fairies—but it just
didn't register.

And
this was even before I realized that they killed my best friend,
Leslie.

The
sudden instincts you get when you see danger don't last very long.
Once Jorgen tortured those humans in almost barbaric ways (sometimes,
we fairies are just as bad as you humans), I just turned to mush.

If
you've never lost someone very close to you, then you are a very
fortunate soul. Because let me tell you, I can't think of a worse
feeling in the entire world.

And
after all that, the other fairies called me noble and gave me my
crown—a sort of sign of achievement among us fairies.

Noble?
I did what any of the others would have—I was pulled by something
that I had no control over. It happens when you witness destruction
upon people you care about. It happens when you see innocent children
slaughtered.

And
it happens when you love someone.

It
was right after Monkey World was gone… thank God. If anyone ever
throws manure in my face again, I swear I'm going to explode.

Anyway.
It was a victory, to be sure, but Timmy knew that we couldn't
celebrate yet. Especially when we came to realize that his insane
teacher, Crocker, had the magic muffin.

And
right after that, I saw it—a butterfly net, coming right towards
us.

That
instinct kicked in again—some other force had me push Cosmo, Timmy,
and Bippy (well… he was in the way. Think what you will, but I
wasn't too concerned with Bippy's safety) away from that thing.
Of course, even if I could have stopped myself, I wouldn't have.
Well, halfway. I don't think that the net would have had much
effect on Timmy, because he's a human. But get Cosmo out of harm's
way? Definitely.

Looking
back on it, since Crocker wished with the magic muffin, there was
probably nothing I could have done to have saved myself. And I think
I somehow unconsciously realized it as I pushed them away… and
slowed down.

I
let that thing get me.

Now,
I'm not going to lie. The "noble streak", if that's what you
want to call it, was gone completely. I was terrified as I realized
that I couldn't escape from that thing. But what else could I have
done? At least I knew that Cosmo and Timmy were safe.

That
was all that really mattered.

Crocker
laughed like a maniac as he ran to his "secret" lab (Timmy seems
to know all about it) and deposited me in a big scepter-like thing
with a large glass ball on the top. The top closed off instantly.

"What
is this thing you have me in now?" I hollered at him. Just because
he captured me didn't mean that I would be submissive.

"Oh,
it's a special scepter that I built for the day when I finally
captured a FAIRY GOD PARENT, and I will use it to harness your FAIRY
magic so that I can be the SUPREME RULER OF THE WORLD! HEH HEH
HEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!"

"And
why are you telling me this?"

Crocker
shrugged. "It says here in 'The Idiot's Guide to Becoming a
Super Villain' that I must explain all of my gadgets and motives to
anyone whom I've captured."

"Ah…"

"But
let's cut the chatter, shall we, my little fairy friend?" he
said, looking like the worst kind of friend I could imagine. "Let's
test this scepter and use your magic!"

He
grabbed the scepter and raised it above him, and I waited anxiously.
Of course, I know how to use my own magic, but would he know? I
didn't think he would, but…

Almost
instantly, I could feel a burning pain racking through my entire
body. I probably screamed. I don't remember. I'd never felt so
much pain in my life. I felt like my whole body would explode.

Quite
suddenly, the pain stopped, and I clutched my heart and gasped.

"Oh,
poor little FAIRY GOD PARENT! Did that hurt you?"

I
looked at Crocker and nearly screamed. He was wearing the most
ridiculous yet powerful body-armor... apparently, what he thought a
"supreme overlord" should wear. And he had used me to get it!

He
started to laugh maniacally. "It worked! NOW I SHALL FINALLY BE A
SUPREME DICTATOR! But first, I must rub it in the faces of my
STUDENTS!"

I
couldn't believe it. It was like a scene on a school playground,
with one kid taunting another, "My lunch is better than yours!"
And here was a schoolteacher in his forties, taunting his bewildered
students.

I
could feel tears well up in my eyes as he used my magic—my
magic—to turn some of the students into ice sculptures and
various bathroom plumbing. It was cruel, it was unusual… and it was
coming from me.

There
was just one small, happy thing—Timmy wasn't there. Wherever he
and Cosmo were, it wasn't where Crocker was, and that meant that
they were safe.

But
then Timmy jumped in the room.

"That's
enough, Crocker!" he yelled.

I
tried to yell at him to run, to get away from this insane man, but
Crocker seemed to have it all planned on what he was going to do to
my godson. "Hey, kids, guess what I'm going to turn Turner into?"

"A
fruit pie?" a girl asked.

"Toilet
paper?" a boy ventured.

"All
excellent suggestions!" cried Crocker. I clutched my stomach and
winced, as if that was going to stop him from using my magic to turn
Timmy into… who knows what.

If
he did anything to Timmy, I'd die. It's only been a year, but
Timmy is one of the most precious godchildren I've ever had. He's
sweet, fun, and smart—despite having a short attention span—but
the poor boy's been tortured by his awful baby-sitter for years.
Abuse is something that no child deserves, but especially not Timmy.
Especially not him. I've grown to love Timmy like he was my own
child.

My
own child… I clutched my stomach again.

Timmy
had wisely run out of the room and down the hallway. "Oh no you
don't!" hollered Crocker. "You need a hall pass for that!" He
aimed his scepter down the hallway. I tried to resist with every
nerve in my body, but it was useless. I had no control over my magic
anymore.

Crocker
stepped out the classroom and fired again. My body was on fire. Did
he even know how much he was hurting me? Did he even care?

Although
my eyes were squinted shut from the pain, I saw something that almost
made me yell "Hallelujah!" Cosmo had turned himself into a
shield, and my… Crocker's rays were harmlessly bouncing
off of him and missing Timmy completely.

This
is good, Timmy, but RUN! Get OUT of here! I thought desperately.

As
if he heard me, he ran around the corner and out of our sight. I
expected Crocker to follow them, but he surprised me.

"Oh
well, I'm wasting my energy on Turner," he said. I goggled at
him. "He'll be a mindless drone soon enough!" With that, he
crashed his scepter—and me—into the ground.

The
pain. The excruciating pain. I would never imagined that I could hurt
so much. I could never explain to other fairies what it feels like to
have all your magic sucked out of you to turn the entire world to a
desolate ball of mud inhabited by billions of boobs with no free
will. And you humans couldn't even come close to imagining it… to
knowing how much a part of a fairy their magic is!

I
blacked out, although, to be quite honest, I thought that I was
dying. It hurt that bad.

When
I came to, the whole school had transformed itself into a huge
fortress, complete with Crocker banners hanging every five feet.

"What…
what have you done?" I managed to ask. My vision hadn't returned
yet, and my body was still racked with indescribable pain.

"Ah,
you're FINALLY conscious!" yelled Crocker. "After I turned the
entire planet into Crockerworld, you passed out and I wasn't able
to use your magic! But I won't be using that much anymore—all at
once, of course—so you'll still be conscious when I need you to—"

"No,
I won't," I hissed, picking up my wand and pointing it at my
head. "I'll be dead."

Crocker's
eyes bulged. "YOU WOULDN'T! I FORBID IT!"

"I'm
not one of your mindless drones," I snapped. "And I don't want
to be the source of your insane power. If I have to kill myself to be
able to stop you, then so be it."

Crocker
fumed at me. "Oh, very well," he finally said, to my surprise.
"When I used you to create this overlord suit, I gave it special
fairy-hunting powers. I'll just use it to find me a new fairy."
He grinned at me, a grin so terrible that I felt like I had just
drunk sour milk. "Wasn't there another fairy with you… a little
green one? Maybe I'll find that one."

"No,"
I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. "You wouldn't."

"I
won't have to, if you stay alive!" laughed Crocker.

I
dropped my wand. He probably grinned evilly again, but I was too
blinded by tears to see. I knew that as long as I stayed in there,
Crocker would continue to use my magic for destruction… but if I
killed myself, he'd just go and catch another fairy. He'd catch
Cosmo.

I
actually gave an audible cry as I imagined Cosmo and not me in that
despicable scepter. Crocker would hurt him… Cosmo deserved far
better than that… I winced, imagining Cosmo's pain. I couldn't
put my husband through that. No, not at all.

Besides,
what would it gain? Crocker would still have the same fairy magic,
but I'd be dead. And so would the baby.

I
looked down on my belly, thinking that our deaths might actually be a
good thing… because my baby, that precious little life that was
finally growing inside of me after all these thousands of years,
shouldn't be born and live its entire life in a scepter of a mad
dictator.

But
what could I do? I hadn't told anyone else that I was pregnant—not
Timmy, not even Cosmo. Our child would be the first fairy born in
thousands of years, and I didn't want that kind of publicity when I
was pregnant… they'd find out soon enough. And Cosmo and Timmy
would just worry about me...

Worry
about me? If they were still alive, if they somehow still had their
free wills, they'd be worried enough about me… but there's
nothing they can do! There's nothing I can do!

Crocker
saw my defeated sorrow… and laughed at me. He was truly insane, I
decided. Who else would get so much happiness from someone else's
grief?

"So,
little fairy, do you like the way I've changed everything into
Planet Crocker?" he asked me, motioning around his "throne room".

I
angrily wiped my tears from my eyes. "It's horrible! When are you
going to let me go?" I yelled, before realizing that that probably
wasn't on his agenda.

"Hmm…"
thought Crocker. "What's today?"

I
blinked. "…Tuesday."

Crocker
began counting on his fingers. "Wednesday, Thursday… NEVER!" He
laughed again and I slunk down against the side of the scepter.
Suddenly, I heard a beeping noise.

"Fancy
that!" cried Crocker. "It's time for the hourly bowing down
ceremony!" He smashed his scepter into the ground, and in an
instant we were transported to his balcony.

It
still hurt, but by then I hardly cared anymore.

For
the first time, I got to see just what my magic had turned these
people into… and I didn't know whether to scream or puke. They
were all on their knees, bowing down like happy idiots, to Crocker,
all in the same gray suit with a big C on the front.

"Look
at them bow… to me, their ruler!" cried Crocker to me. I gave him
a look that I hope was disgust. "You know what this party needs?"
he suddenly cried, pointing the scepter up in the air. "SHRIMP
PUFFS!" ZZAAAAAAP!

I
screamed again, more out of habit than anything. I didn't want to
go through with this. I wanted to die. But I couldn't, because if I
did, then Crocker would very likely catch Cosmo. I knew, right then,
that somehow I'd be able to go through this hell everyday… just
as long as Cosmo was safe. Nothing else mattered.

"I'll
never bow down to you!" a voice in the crowd suddenly yelled. My
heart stopped from both hope and fear as I immediately recognized the
voice. Timmy was still free-thinking. And he was going to take on
Crocker all by himself.

"I
don't care how powerful you are," Timmy continued. I finally saw
him—he was completely covered by Santa's magic bag. "You're
still a second rate elementary school teacher! And shrimp puffs
reek!"

Again,
Crocker surprised me by turning to me calmly and asking, "Hmm…
what would an angry dictator say right now?"

Hey,
it was worth a shot. "Uh… I'm going to let the fairy go?" I
ventured.

"NO!"
Crocker hollered. "Good try though, I respect that. He'd say
SILENCE!" He sent a blast towards Timmy, and I shut my eyes, hardly
bearing to watch… but then the platform collapsed, and we fell to
the ground! Timmy blocked the ray with his magic mirror!

Timmy
pulled off the cape and looked up at Crocker from behind his Groucho
Marx glasses. "I'm, uh, one of America's most beloved comedy
entertainers?"

Crocker
considered this. "Fine, Shemp!" he finally yelled, completely
misguided. I breathed a sigh of relief. "If it's a magic fight
you want, then it's a magic fight you'll get!" He swung at
Timmy again. Timmy blocked again. And you know, I thought that Timmy
might actually defeat Crocker…

…but
Crocker broke the mirror. Timmy lay helpless on the ground, staring,
terrified, at Crocker, at me. I wanted to badly to comfort him… to
even just say something, but I hurt almost too much to think at this
point.

"Now,
my comedic little friend, I hope you enjoy life as a SHRIMP PUFF!"
cackled Crocker.

I
shut my eyes, preparing for the worst. I didn't want to witness
Timmy's effective death…

"Excuse
me!" another familiar voice suddenly rang out. Crocker spun around
and… I could hardly believe my eyes. The face definitely looked
like Cosmo's, and it was definitely his voice, but his upper body
muscles had about tripled in size… and strength.

Cosmo
decided that he'd had enough of the defensive side, and zoomed
towards Crocker, in attack formation.

Crocker
sensed how much danger he was actually in.

"Oh,
poopy," he muttered.

BAM!

The
fighting was intense, I rattled and crashed against the walls of the
large ball I was in, but when I saw Crocker fall to the ground, I
knew that all the pain had been worth it. Cosmo grabbed the scepter.
He didn't even have a scratch on him.

"Cosmo!"
I cried, pressing up against the side of the ball, full of love and
pride. Oh boy, did I owe him one. He had gone up against an insane
overlord—and won—just to free me from his clutches… what
wonderful thing had I ever done to deserve such a perfect husband?…
and damn, he looked good.

"Nice
massive pecs," I said approvingly. Cosmo smiled, half at my
compliment, and half because he knew that I was safe and that he had
saved me.

"You
like them? We-ell, maybe I'll watch five second massive thighs, and
five second massive calves, and five second massive glutes!"

ZAAAAAAP!

Oh
my God! I had forgotten to keep an eye on Crocker—and now Cosmo
was trapped too!

"Now
I have two times the fairy fun, and nobody can stop me!" howled
Crocker maniacally.

"No!"
I whispered, feeling pure dread mount in my stomach. What kind of
horror could he unleash with twice the fairy magic? I glared
at Cosmo.

"Cosmo,
you idiot!" I yelled. "You should have been keeping Timmy safe…
but now Crocker's got twice the magic that he has before, and—"

"But…
but Wanda!" Cosmo blubbered. His massive pecs had vanished, and he
now looked confused and terrified. "I couldn't… I couldn't
let him keep hurting you! I…"

"Look
what you've done!" I hollered. "Don't you understand that
with two fairies instead of one, he's much more powerful?"

I
probably would have yelled more, but suddenly Crocker zapped up some
sort of warp thing that sucked poor Timmy—now completely alone—up
and gone.

I
was used to the pain, but Cosmo wasn't.

"Gaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
he screamed, flopping helplessly against the side of the ball. My
fury at him morphed into a heart-wrenching pain that immediately
flooded my eyes with tears…

The
one single person who I love more than anyone or anything else was
being tortured. All because he wanted to save me.

I
crawled over to him and pulled him to me tightly. "Look at what
you've done to yourself…" I moaned.

Crocker
kept chasing Timmy through the various places that the warp sent him
to. I'm not going to go into detail—you can just watch the movie
again to see all that, and besides, I was in too much pain—both
physically and psychologically—to really pay too much attention…
until Timmy's glasses fell off, and Crocker finally recognized his
opponent.

"I
should have known!" cried Crocker. Cosmo gave a whimper of fright
for Timmy, and I realized that tears were in my eyes again.

Crocker
continued to glare at Timmy. "Perhaps these fairy godparents aren't
powerful enough to stop you, but I know which parents are—YOUR MOM
AND DAD!"

"NOOOO!"
cried Timmy. He charged towards Crocker, trying to stop him, but a
dead bird fell on him, halting him. Crocker opened up the warp
again—Cosmo's yell of pain was dimmer now, as if he was losing
his will to live—and we were sucked in. Timmy managed to lasso
Crocker's leg… but Crocker zapped him off. And before I knew it,
we were at Timmy's house… well, the version of Timmy's house on
Planet Crocker, which seemed to be nothing more than a large
cardboard box.

Mr.
and Mrs. Turner immediately sat up when they saw Crocker. "Our lord
and master—"

ZAP!

It
pained me to see Timmy's parents—while on the idiotic side,
relatively caring parents nonetheless—to be trapped, powerless and
frightened, in a huge forcefield… much like Cosmo and I were. "As
much as I like having my peons bow to me, I have another use for you
two right now—BAIT!" Crocker laughed insanely.

Timmy
burst through the door, gasping when he saw his parents trapped.
"MOM! DAD! Leave them alone!" he hollered at Crocker.

Crocker
fumed at Timmy. "You're done giving me orders, Turner! Now
surrender for I'll turn your parents into ice sculptures and
transport them to the SUN!"

My
eyes widened. It was either the loss of the free world of the loss of
his parents. But I knew what Timmy would pick. He would do just what
I had done—surrender the entire planet's free will to save the
ones he loved.

"I…
I… I surrender," he finally murmured, completely defeated.

"Excellent!
I win!" crowed Crocker. "I like it when I win. But do you know
what I like better? I like it when other people…" He pointed us
at Timmy and zapped again—more pain, I hardly noticed it—"LOSE!"

"WAIT!"
cried Timmy. "Before you waste me, can I at least have one last
word with my mom and dad?"

"Why
should I allow that?" Crocker scoffed.

"Well…"
Timmy thought quickly. "All the great evil villains grant last
requests. Don't you want to be a great evil villain?"

"Well,
I've always been an overachiever. Why settle for villain when I can
be a GREAT evil villain? Very well, but make it quick!" He released
Mr. and Mrs. Turner from their bubble.

"I
must've skipped that chapter," he said aside to me.

Cosmo
was nearly plastered on the side of the glass ball, looking like he
was inches from death. I held his hand and stroked it. "Cosmo…"
I whispered. I couldn't think of anything to say to him.

He
turned and looked up at me, blinking through his tears. "Wanda…
it hurts so much… how did you stand it? Not just the hurt from him
using our magic, but what he's doing with it to Timmy!"

"I…
I didn't," I said quietly. I turned and looked at Timmy, hearing
what he was saying to his parents.

"…I
love you too," he was saying. "And over the years, I've told my
share of lies." He looked directly at Cosmo and me. We both grinned
modestly and hid our wands behind our backs.

"You
see those two creatures floating in Crocker's scepter?" he said,
very calmly.

"I
knew it all along!" laughed Crocker. "I was right! You do have
fairies… who I have now!" He laughed for about the hundredth time
that day.

Timmy's
parents looked shocked. "You mean all this time you had magical
fairy godparents that granted your every wish?" his mom asked.

"And
I still have to work my paws to the bone to scrape out a meager
existence in a middle class neighborhood?" his dad cried in
disbelief.

"Well,"
said Timmy matter-of-factly, "there's rules as to what I can and
can't do with them—"

"And
you just broke the biggest one!" cried Cosmo.

"When
you reveal our existence, we have to go away forever!" I reminded
him.

"WHAT!"
yelped Crocker.

And
then I understood.

"That's
the point!" cried Timmy.

Right
after he said that, Da Rules appeared very dramatically and opened
up… the glass ball that Cosmo and I were trapped in shattered from
the force of it pulling us to it. I knew what had to be done… but I
didn't want to accept it. Cosmo grabbed furiously onto the scepter,
and I grabbed onto him.

"But
we don't wanna go away forever!" Cosmo wailed.

"We
love you!" I cried.

"I
love you too," said Timmy, sadly, "and that's why I had to tell
the truth because… the truth will set you free!"

Cosmo
couldn't hold on anymore, and before I knew it, we were both
tumbling into the depths of Da Rules…

…and
were deposited in Fairy World.

Fairy
World was a mess. The fairies were all scrambled, and it looked like
no one was allowed to leave—although thousands of fairies were
peeping over the edge, trying to get a good look at the destruction
of the earth.

Cosmo
grabbed me and started to wail.

"Why
did he have to tell?" he bawled.

"Crocker
doesn't have us anymore," I said softly. "He's powerless
without us. Timmy… did what he had to, to save the world. Unlike
me."

Cosmo
looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"I…
I could have stopped Crocker from using me… but I was too worried
about you and Timmy to risk it…"

"Cosmo,"
I said, with a calmness that surprised me, "he wouldn't have been
able to use my magic if I was dead."

He
gasped. "You were going to kill yourself!"

"…Yes,
I was, but—"

And
suddenly, we were back at Timmy's house. I stared at Timmy, who
gave me a knowing smile… and then I saw a spat-out piece of the
magic muffin on the ground in front of him.

"Wow,
that was quick!" cried Cosmo.

…………

Timmy
wished that the whole world was back to normal… and Cosmo and I
very happily granted it.

But
one thing wasn't normal—my body. It still racked with the
pain of my imprisonment from Crocker… and I was exhausted. Being
pregnant probably didn't help matters.

So
that night, when Timmy hopped into bed, I couldn't have been more
thankful to poof myself into the fishbowl and sink into bed… but
that would have to wait.

For
right when Cosmo and I poofed into our castle, Cosmo grabbed me by
the shoulders and pinned me to the bed, his eyes wide with shock.
"You were going to kill yourself!" he shouted again.

"Cosmo,"
I gasped, "he was using my magic for terrible things, and I didn't
want that! And he wouldn't have been able to do that if I was
dead!"

"But…"
Cosmo looked at me, his brimming with protective, burning love. If he
hadn't been pinning me to the bed, I would have hugged him. "But
why didn't you, then? I mean, I'm glad you didn't, but—"

I
smiled at him, one of those smiles of pure love and understanding.
"Because he said that if I killed myself, he'd just go get
another fairy. He said he'd capture you. I didn't want you to go
through the pain that I did."

He
drew in his breath, looking and sounding on the verge of tears.
Releasing my shoulders, he pulled me up into a fierce hug, and I
returned it… everything seemed alright when he was holding me in
his arms… I can't think of a place I'd rather be.

"You
went through all that pain… because of me?" He sounded
incredulous.

"So
did you," I reminded him. "And Cosmo… I'm so sorry for
yelling at you… you only did what I would have done, if you had
been the one captured. I…" I pulled enough away from him to look
him in the eyes. He looked back at me, almost helplessly, but with so
much love for me that I could hardly find my voice. "I'm so
thankful for you, sweetheart." My mind went numb as I remembered,
as I often did, how close I was, on so many occasions, to leaving
Cosmo… how could I ever do that now… I love him so much, he's
my whole world…

I
felt a kick in my stomach. And our baby. Pretty soon, it would be my
whole world too.

We
kissed as if it was our first kiss… Cosmo pulled away, and nestled
his head in my chest. "He hurt you," he whispered,
wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'm
alright now…" I ran my fingers through his messy hair… and I
wouldn't have his hair any other way. "Because you're here."

"I
love you…" his voice was rather faint. I recognized that in an
instant.

I
lay down on the bed, pulling him with me. Just as I knew, he was
asleep. Seems he was just as exhausted as I was.

"Sweet
dreams, darling," I whispered. With one flick of my wand, I turned
out the lights.

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